Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Side sim: Bringing The Team Together - The Pilot

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Bringing The Team Together - The Pilot

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Side sim: Bringing The Team Together - The Pilot
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He didn’t want to think about that, though. Not now. He wanted to enjoy the moment, to celebrate with someone who’d been his close friend for a long time. So he told his brain to shut up, looked down at Helena and smiled, “I agree. Not so slow as to make it… awkward. Just the right amount of flirty.” His accent made itself known on each of the ‘r’ sounds in his statement.

~ Captain Renault

Helena laughed softly and looked up at him shaking her head slightly, “Marceau I swear if you don’t stop dropping that French accent, I’m going to get malaður by the other women in this bar, and a few of the men too.” If he could drop that accent she could too, and she slipped in the word for mauled in Icelandic. Just because she could. Of course after all these years they were both used to the other slipping in words or phrases from their native languages.

Lt Laursen

Marceau had to smile at her comment, playing up his accent playfully to mess with her. “The men, too, hmm? How funny that would be.” She was using her own Icelandic accent, and she’d slipped an Icelandic word into her own statement. He was used to that, they both were. The words of one’s native language tended to come easier than those of one that was learned. “Surely I am not the only French person they’ve ever heard speak?” he said playfully, raising his eyebrows at her.

~ Captain Renault

Her eyes widened slightly as he teased her. He must be in a good mood. He had reason to be. “You have no idea do you?” She just laughed, “No, probably not the first, but up close and personal? Maybe. But you’re also a star ship captain now, about to leave on a great adventure,” she batted her eyes slightly for effect, “when will they ever see you again? Their poor hearts might swoon from it all.”

Marceau shrugged as if it were all the same and grinned again when she batted her eyes at him. “Hmm, then it is a good thing you don’t need to swoon, non? Because you are going away on that adventure with me.” He was in a good mood, a great one, and with good reason.

“Oh yes I am quite immune from missing you.” She was going to pilot a Warp 4 ship!!! Her grin showed how excited she was. “But whatever will you do Marceau? Your stuck with me now. I hope the rest of your crew doesn’t get space sick.”

The song ended with them rather close together, his hands on her waist, hers around his shoulders. Helena stepped quickly back. “Come on,” she slid a couple bills across the bar as they passed and pulled him out the door. The weather has turned, just like she had warned earlier. The wind wasn’t as bad as when she arrived at Smuggler’s Cove but the rain was picking up now. “Not afraid of a little wind and rain are you?” She teased.

Lt Laursen

Marceau followed her willingly outside. It was getting later, there was a bit of wind, and it was rainy enough his hair started to get weighted down with the water as they stood outside. “Afraid of it? Non, not at all. A little rain can be the perfect weather! It can’t always be sunshine.” He smiled at her again and looked both ways up and down the street they were on. “Where are we going?”

~ Captain Renault

“Good, we have a to go a couple blocks over. We’re going to 5th Street. You probably know this place, but I discovered it the last time you were space side.” She ducked into the rain, pulling her bomber jacket tight against her neck. She did not mind the rain, but cold drops down the back of her neck and down her spine weren’t pleasant. Other than that she didn’t seem to be in a rush or bothered as the rain soaked into her hair.

The lights had a soft aura around their glow as the light refracted through the rain drops. Their steps splashed and thudded against the cobbles as they walked. “This place is supposed to have the best Caramelized Apple Tarte Tatin. I remember you said once it was your favorite. So tonight, my treat.” They came down 5th Street and stopped at a little bistro with stuccoed walls and a large covered awning that kept the tables dry. Helena led the way to a back table further away from the rain and sat. There were a few patrons inside away from the rain. “Their coffee is supposed to be excellente as well.” Her French was horrible and she knew it. Her face flushed as she butchered the pronunciation. “Don’t ever ask me to speak to aliens.”

Lt Laursen

Marceau followed her through the rain without complaint. He wasn’t wearing a coat. He hasn’t even brought one. He was wearing a thin t-shirt and jeans. As soon as they stepped inside Marceau could smell French baked goods. It was as though he’d stepped off the streets of San Francisco and gone back home into France. “The baker must be Français,” he said excitedly. For about the millionth time he gave her one of those warm, happy smiles. “We’ll have someone specific who talks to aliens. Anyway your French is fine.”

~ Captain Renault